The sky over Sokovia burned with the light of battle. The Avengers stood in a desperate struggle, guarding the central device that could determine the fate of the world. Explosions rocked the floating city as Ultron's endless swarm of sentries clashed against Earth's mightiest heroes.
Meanwhile, Hulk stood at the very edge of the floating city, catching and shielding civilians from falling debris, his massive green hands preventing buildings from collapsing entirely. His roars echoed through the battlefield as he protected those who couldn't fight for themselves.
Steve Rogers swung his shield, knocking several drones aside, while Thor summoned lightning to tear through the ranks of mechanical invaders. Wanda, her hands glowing crimson, hurled Ultron's drones into each other, while Clint and Natasha covered the flanks, ensuring no sentries slipped past them.
Tony, on the other hand, soared through the sky, his repulsors flashing as he obliterated sentries with precise blasts. His suit shimmered with an enhanced metallic glow as he unleashed a new attack—his armor morphing into razor-sharp metal tendrils that extended outward like a storm of blades. With a single motion, he cleaved through multiple enemies, his newfound metal elemental ability giving him an edge he had never used before.
Then, without warning, a new presence arrived.
John descended from the sky, his black suit lined with glowing silver runes, his expression unreadable. He floated just above the battlefield, eyes scanning the destruction. The very air around him crackled with energy as he landed gently before the Avengers, facing the oncoming wave of Ultron's forces.
The battlefield grew eerily still for a moment, the sudden arrival shifting the tide of the fight.
Steve, breathless but unwavering, turned toward John, gripping his shield tightly. "John! Where the hell have you been?! We could've used you before Sokovia became a floating death trap!"
Tony hovered above the ground, his repulsors humming. "You better have a damn good reason for sitting this one out because right now, we're fresh out of patience!"
John held up a hand. "Hold on. This isn't the time for explanations. You need to focus on keeping that device safe. I'll take care of Ultron."
Steve's eyes narrowed. "And what makes you think we'll just step aside and let you handle this alone?"
"Because," John said, stepping forward, his voice carrying a weight of absolute certainty, "I know how to end this."
Without waiting for an answer, John vanished in a flash of violet light, his body flickering out of existence only to reappear in the center of Ultron's advancing army.
This was John's Flash ability, a high-speed teleportation technique that allowed him to shift between locations almost instantly. With precise control, he could teleport in and out of combat, striking before his enemies even had a chance to react.
Surrounded on all sides, John wasted no time. Lightning surged through his arms as he thrust his palms outward. A bolt of pure energy crackled through the air, jumping between drones like a chain reaction, reducing them to charred metal in an instant.
Before another wave closed in, John shifted again. His Flash ability activated, allowing him to phase through the air and reappear behind a group of drones mid-flight. With a flick of his wrist, he twisted the very fabric of space, compressing the drones into a single point before they exploded outward in a burst of twisted metal.
Ultron, hovering above the battlefield, watched with growing frustration. "Interesting. But you can't stop what's already in motion."
John didn't respond. Instead, he raised his hand. The sky darkened, thunder rumbled, and suddenly, a column of lightning descended, engulfing several blocks of Ultron's forces in a storm of raw energy.
Sparks erupted from the drones as they collapsed, their circuits fried beyond repair. Yet Ultron remained.
The AI smirked through one of his primary bodies. "Not bad. But let's see how you handle this."
With a mere thought, Ultron's army reorganized, adapting to John's movements. The sky became a whirlwind of mechanical horrors, closing in from all directions.
John exhaled slowly. "Fine. Let's finish this."
He raised his hands, and space itself trembled. A wave of invisible force radiated outward, distorting the battlefield. The ground split apart, swallowing entire squads of drones, while the sky above cracked like a shattered mirror. The drones caught in the effect were torn asunder, collapsing into nothingness.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, John activated Aport, an ability that allowed him to teleport objects directly into his hands. In an instant, Ultron's central system—his core intelligence—was ripped from within his body and appeared in John's electrified grip.
The moment it materialized, destructive lightning surged through it, causing Ultron's entire body to convulse violently. His remaining sentries surged forward in desperation, but John extended his other hand, and space rippled around him. A massive spatial confinement locked the sentries in place, preventing them from escaping or reinforcing their leader.
"No more running, Ultron," John muttered as he increased the charge in his hand. The central system sparked violently, sending waves of energy pulsing through the battlefield.
John turned his focus back to Ultron, the AI's form flickering and destabilizing as its central core cracked under the immense energy. "You lose," John said simply, before releasing one final, devastating lightning surge.
The battlefield was engulfed in blinding white energy. When the light faded, all that remained of Ultron's sentries were scorched metal husks, frozen in place by the spatial confinement before shattering into dust. Ultron's core flickered one last time before finally vanishing into oblivion.
John exhaled, looking over the battlefield. The fight was over. The Avengers regrouped, breathing heavily but victorious. Tony landed beside Steve, his armor retracting partially. "Well… that was something."
Steve, on the other hand, looked at John. "Can you explain now? Where have you been? You could have stopped all of this from happening. All this lives could have been saved."
John understood Steve's frustration but responded without explaining. "For now, let's get all the survivors to safety. Then, I'll explain everything."
(Guys, a little review would be nice. And please don't complain about the Ultron saga.)